Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4968 | 2017-12-01 17:47:36 | 162.35 | 99% |
| 1639 | 2017-05-29 09:34:20 | 156.67 | 99% |